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So, here’s the deal—erotic massage ain’t just rubbin’ lotion. Nah, it’s sneaky, sensual, borderline wild! You’re tense, right? Then—bam!—they hit that spot, and you’re moanin’ like a damn fool. Fun fact: back in ancient Rome, they’d spice it up with oils—rose, saffron, crazy stuff. Rich dudes paid big for it! Me? I’d be pissed if they charged me that much—c’mon, man, gimme a break! But when it’s good, oh boy, you’re floatin’. Like, “Everything’s gone to ruin,” from the movie—except it’s the opposite, total bliss, jack!